Some days it feels like I’m running to somewhere
I’m not quite sure where
I try heading for physical places
Though it is inside that wants to be seen, heard.
But then I ask, what is it that I’m running to reach?
Its not a place, nothing to touch, Noone to meet.
And eventually I get tired of running
So return home to myself
Listen inwards, and rest my feet.
Wrote from my heart as I sip a warm coffee, have a blessed day all x
